Free Unzipped? by Karen Kendall Page B

you mention it, my receptionist, Tina, does own a shiny pink raincoat. She favors low-cut tops instead of turtlenecks, though.”
    “There you go. It’s obviously Tina.” Shannon smiled. “Now that I’ve solved your mystery, I’d better be off to Goodwill with my lawn-and-leaf bags.”
    “ My lawn-and-leaf bags,” Hal grumbled.
    “Nope. Mine. I brought them, remember?”
    “Yeah, but my entire closet’s in those! And you’re about to give them away.”
    “Not your whole closet,” said Shannon, eyeing the jeans he wore in a highly suspect way. “Just most of it.”
    Was it his imagination, or were her fingers twitching? She reminded him of a tiger, circling her prey.
    “You cannot have my pants,” he said.
    “Mwah ha ha ha.”
    “No! This is my favorite pair of jeans and you’re not getting them off my body.”
    Shannon rubbed her hands together evilly. She raised an eyebrow. “What if I made it worth your while?”
    “What do you mean by that?”
    “What would you like me to mean?”
    Was she offering him sex if he took his pants off for her? His cock twitched at the thought. “Well, a guy can always fantasize,” he said, before he could stop himself.
    “So can a girl,” she purred. “But the reality is so much more satisfying, don’t you think?” And she whipped off her top.
    She is not doing this. I have died and gone to heaven. I have met a crazy blond nympho with a taste for nerds!
    Hal sprung a woody in two seconds flat. He wet his lips as his torturess unsnapped her bra and her truly magnificent breasts fell free.
    “I figure we’ve known each other for twenty-eight hours now,” Shannon said, “so we’ve gotten acquainted.”
    “Whatever you say,” Hal agreed. Her pink, sultry nipples had wide aureoles that just begged for his mouth. They hardened under his gaze and he wanted to suck them until she cried out for mercy.
    He wanted to rip off her remaining clothes and set her hot little ass on the ceramic cooktop, where he’dbring her to a fast boil and then stir her up all over again. Then he wanted her thighs pressing against his ears as she called his name and he tasted her, rolled her on his tongue like vintage wine, and swallowed her essence.
    Hal was so hard now that he figured he was in danger of drilling a hole right through his pants. He set his beer down and moved purposefully toward her, removing his own shirt.
    She’d unfastened the button to her jeans and slid them down her lean hips. She stepped out of one leg of the pants but he reached her and bent his head to her lips before she got the other foot out.
    Shannon swayed into him, her breasts brushing against his chest hair, and it drove him wild. He licked into her mouth and devoured her, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her nipples at the same time. She moaned.
    Through the fog of utter lust, he still couldn’t quite believe that this goddess was giving herself to him again. He bent her back in his arms and took her left breast into his mouth, sucking hard and insistently, communicating his desire with every pull. He pinched the right nipple, then caressed the smooth globe surrounding it before switching his attentions to that breast.
    He worked his knee between hers and brought it up to the juncture of her thighs, where she was hot and wet through her panties. She pressed against it and writhed, turning him on even more.
    She reached out and cupped his cock through the jeans while he groaned. “Off,” she said. “Take them off so I can feel you in my hands.”
    He ditched them in record time, along with his boxers, and felt her hands caress the length of him, squeeze him at the root, rub her fingers along the sensitive, engorged underside. He was afraid he’d lose control and come right then.
    Hal took her hands away, over her murmur of protest, lifted her bodily so that her knees went around his waist and drove into her, helpless with lust. She was tight and hot and deliciously, sinfully wet. He